No my priorities are right where they should be. Standing 8 rows back on the 50 yard line cheering my arse off for my team and watching us move up to number 10 by demolishing Oregon. Next stop USC baby! Run and hide bisshes, run and hide. As much as I love going to meets, I wasn't about to pass up a keg of guiness, a keg of red hook, a keg of Sierra Nevada, and a keg of Pyramid Marzen along with 50+ pounds of smoked pork shoulder that I prepared for 3 days and some marinated chicken along with other delectable treats. Yep, ignoring the fact that I've been going to meets since I was 16, and was part of the original burgerball meets. Oh and pras, my balls are a little itchy would you mind licking them for me, the soothing rustle of your tongue is irreplaceable and I long for it oh so much......... Oh and Pras, you feeling scared yet after barely beating Washington St. and Washington? are ya?